Kool G Rap

Kool G Rap - Ghetto Knows lyrics

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Yo  you gotta go  you gotta go  you gotta go
 (G: And aiyyo  what you don't know  believe the ghetto knows)

 [Kool G. Rap]
 New York  New York  the city that never sleeps
 Bodies  covered in white sheets  are layin in the streets
 Shit gets deep  as we creep up the block by the kids slangin rocks
 and holdin glocks stolen from the cops to get props
 You gotta split a top  on the regular
 or get plugged in your mug, from a slug, by your competitor
 Gunshots echo throughout the city like thunder, no wonder
 Another brother six feet under
 You know it ain't no jokin when the streetlights are broken
 So keep your eyes open, or get ready for a, smokin 'loc
 Step out of line, I hope you got your nine gun son
 The Smith and Wess', you better press 9-1-1 (word up)
 or make a run for it there's too many to tackle
 The Big Apple'll put your ass on ice like a Snapple
 So even though I rap I gots to stay strapped
 Niggaz act up I back up (PI-YAH)
 I bust a cap inside your fuckin hat
 Don't even pose with them hoes, the swinger that you chose
 just might be down with the foes, only the shadow knows
 And ain't no lollipop, lollipop over here only the shottie pops
 (BOOM) Now just sit back and watch the bodies drop
 The younger gunmen got the bigger niggaz runnin
 The shorties (what) the shorties (what) the shorties are comin
 to push a nigga wig back, and leave his ass flat on his back
 The motherfuckin ghetto knows, and it's like that

 Chorus

 [Kool G. Rap]
 Today's headlines, another nigga dead
 Six to the body and fo' to the head
 Followed the red bitch in the bed full of lead
 A drug-related case and now the place is filled with Feds
 Ramshacked the shack, disclouse 'bout two kilos of dope
 Two ounces of coke's caught in the pocket of his coat
 So, another brother caught the ultimate surprise
 with blown out brains, to drop stains on his eyes
 Dazed as I sit back and watch the channel two news
 Watchin his family goin through all the boo-hoos
 You lose, like an Ill Street, the Blues are gettin deeper
 Nothin left in the room except for him, the Grim Reaper
 Police are takin ? snapshots, scoop up some blooddrops
 Pull out a file on a juvenile child of mugshots
 The cops knew he fell victim to laws on the street
 So they just, pull out the white sheets, to cover up the dead meat
 Seal off the area with yellow tape, draw the white
 chalk around the body now the party has to motivate
 One more outlaw, was murdered on the scene for the green
 Died at the age of seventeen

 Chorus

 [Kool G. Rap]
 Strollin the concrete, packin my heat, walkin the backstreets
 I seen niggaz pull up, peepin me out the side a black Jeep
 Six feet deep, that's where I'm goin if I'm slippin
 Steady cockin my shit cause I already got the clip in
 Now who's the first nigga to run up, here they come up
 the block hardrocks with glocks rollin holdin they guns up
 I buck, I buck, and then I struck one in the chest
 Nigga shoulda wore a vest but now his ass is put to rest
 But now I got three mo' niggaz, pullin triggers
 Strays are ricochetin off the bricks, zigga zigga
 But who got the biggest strap? Who's bustin bigger caps?
 My BOOM BOOM BOOMS against they PAP PAP PAPS
 No haps, G. Rap ain't goin out like a sucker
 I reloaded the shot and dropped another motherfucker
 Quick, I duck and shit to dodge the bullets comin at me
 Cause I won't be too happy with a slug inside my nappy
 Two more niggaz left, they scared to death, but I'm leary
 Shit gets kinda scary when I got bulletholes near me
 I went between two cars, lettin off the quarter pound
 I see another body fallin down to the ground
 Quick I run up on him cause I don't think that he's dead
 Standin over his ass I put two more inside his head
 That's three niggaz down, only got one nigga to go
 I gots to send his ass to the gravedigger so
 I lay low in the cut and wait for moneygrip to slip up
 Nearly shot my whole clip up, I got one more slug to rip up
 Look over by the GS, see his ass stickin his head out
 Boom, let the lead out, blew a piece of his brain dead out
 the back of his head, now he's dead, because he fell face down
 right on the motherfuckin streets that he dwelled

 Chorus 2.5X
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Author: ?

Composer: ?

Publisher: Epic Street

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Released in: 1995

Language: English

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